THE LITTLE TAILOR

There is nothing but the work

& what is the work but nothing

it is piece-work rates

in dirty & cold surroundings

He matter of factly takes the needle

of his perception

between grimy forefingers, humming

& begins to sew clothes of dream

for the children of nightmare

precise & painstaking work

like stopping cleavage

of a two-cell Salamander embryo

by tying a loop of fine baby’s hair

thrice about the split

This poem was written by IG Agent 18 and is from the forthcoming book of poetry — Mercuric Distillations.

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